Going Out On a High Note

Well. I’m.

Not so impressed with.

Ugh. I can’t even type it out.

But, it is horrible. C’est TRES terrible.

Maybe I’m exaggerating a bit. BUT to ME it is horrible. And a real downer. And makes my eyes water a bit.

I can’t bring myself to talk about it or type it out. Tomorrow I will. Until then, I need to look at the brighter side of things.

Like:

Finally getting my birthday dinner with my family tonight. We’ve all been busy with birthdays, partying (no wait, that’s just me) and work that we haven’t had time to get together for my dinner. I’m thinking Olive Garden. Mmmmm…

September 2-4: The Calgary Tattoo & Arts Festival that we are hosting at my workplace. I plan on bringing a lot of cash with me when I go. All the wonderful things I could check out and buy… the possibilities are endless! I’m going to have to start planning on the perfect outfit to wear. My tattoo artist is a guest artist during the festival and there is no way I’m going without looking my best. teeeheeee.

September 28: Bad Religion/Dropkick Murphys! ‘Nuff said. I did a contract for that concert last month, but because it wasn’t officially confirmed yet, I had to stay quiet.

Perks! Yes, perks. With my job, the perks are fantastic (free concert tickets people, free concert tickets). So when Rob Zombie rolled on over to our venue, I managed to get tickets and ohmygod, it couldn’t have been any better. Seriously. It was great. No, wait. Great is an understatement. IT WAS FAN-FUCKIN-TASTIC.

Coffee. Yes, I am currently enjoying a freshly brewed cup of coffee. And it tastes great.

Talladega Nights. Personally, I thought it was damn hilarious.


This concludes post number #101. I think I ended it on a positive note. Up next, post number #102: The Demotion.

Proper Punctuation Does Not Exist Here

Guess who’s NOT going to the Tool concert because someone decided to get uber-fantastically wasted off a bottle and a half of wine and clearly made the stupid mistake of not eating much the entire day even though said person is clearly a “tiny” person, at 5’6” and approximately 125 lbs, then to have been found puking to the Porcelain God refusing to get up and telling a very unfortunate male to “fuck OFF” cause, you know, laying drunk on the floor is the COOL thing to do, then to have said male thankfully be strong and move the living-dead to a nice comfy bed, then telling the rest of the guests to BE DAMN QUIET because he’s got his poor girl sick in bed and MY GOD she is a vicious one that will attempt to bite anyone who tries to move her, but luckily enough said male did not hold it against the drunk loser and let her sleep-in until the room stopped spinning at 3:damn30 p.m. the next day and still was kind enough to cook her breakfast food, while she explained her drunkenness to prepping in stamina for her upcoming birthday and HOLY GEEZUS this is the WORST sentence in the ENTIRE damn WORLD because honestly where the hell is the proper use of punctuation and PERIODS, which would have been used if someone did not lose a BILLION brain cells due to a lame reason like “building up STAMINA for her upcoming birthday” which clearly was a cover-up for “WARNING: DRUNKER ON THE LOSE” and OHMYGOD breeeaaatttthhheeee, breathe, and seriously, JUST GUESS who’s NOT going to the Tool concert because of this?

No, really, just guess.

You are the Awesome. You’re right. ME.

I’m not going to the Tool concert because it was I who was supposed to get the tickets at 10:00 a.m. The day after the Madness started. The day in which the room stopped spinning at 3:30 p.m.

I’m sure I’d be kicking my ass a lot harder for this stupidity but, thankfully for me, I have already seen Tool in concert before and the rest of the concert goers weren't overly excited to see them live.

I’ll let this, uhm, error, slide this time, but next time I won’t be so easy on myself. I’m sure that how I felt the next day was torture enough.

Besides, I’m still convincing myself that I was trying to build up stamina for my birthday in August.

Beyond Pointless

First and foremost? I continue to watch American Idol and…

Are you all sitting? Seriously. You’re going to want to sit down for this.

You’ve been warned.


Clay Aiken performed and oh.my.god. was I in heaven. Clay Aiken would definitely fit into the category of My Dirty Little Secret file. Clay… is soooo dreamy. I have loved that man since he got his makeover when he was a contestant on the show. And you know what? I don’t care who knows! Yes! I dig Clay Aiken and (get this) I also got his album when it came out. Sure, this did get me banished into The Land of No Return within my group of friends, but damn, it was worth it. Oh Clay. *swoon*

Anyway, let’s move onward and hopefully I didn’t make myself out to be a total geek.

An apology in advance for any of today’s post being completely random and quite possibly incoherent.

Last night wasn’t exactly what I would call a good night. Yes, my team did win but if you had watched the game you would understand why I’m not as ecstatic about it as I should be. The rest of the evening also did not go too well. I have only one word to say regarding it: Fuck. And no, not Fuck in a good way.

Now, America, I’ve got an enquiry for you. Are Ipod listening rooms/lounges/etc. popular down there? I ask that question because the bar I was at last night had Tuesday Ipod Listening Night. Upon questioning, “What is this Ipod Listening Night you speak of?”

Oh God. I’m sorry. I’m still watching American Idol and goddamn, speak of the devil. If it isn’t Prince himself performing on stage.

aaahahahaha0ha0h0haa0ha

Okay, focus. After asking the bartender, “What is this Ipod Listening Night you speak of?” he explained that all you have to do is bring in a playlist, on your Ipod, and they’ll play it in the bar for you with their large and in charge, fancy speakers for all to hear. He mentioned that in the States this was very popular and that it’s, “Happening all over.”

Is this true? I mean, being up in Canada and all (eh) I wouldn’t quite know.

As well, I am able to admit that I am an obsessive label peeler. And not just any label, but beer labels. I am completely UNABLE to drink a beer without having the labels all peeled off. And that’s not all. I have to place the labels PERFECTLY in an EXACT position facing me. Otherwise? I get all edgy. Maybe tomorrow, if I remember, I’ll bring my camera to show this. No, wait. Tomorrow, after the hockey game, I’m going to see an Iron Maiden cover band… not too sure if I want to bring my digital camera with me. Back to what I was saying. Even the bartender, last night, mentioned that he’s going to have to take the labels off before giving me the beer. It is just that obnoxious.

Sorry, mild interruption. YESSSSS. Taylor won American Idol. After Chris got kicked off? And Elliot? I knew that Taylor had to win. HAD.TO.WIN.

See? I warned you this would be all over the place!

OH! Slowly, but surely, I am getting the hang of this bass guitar playing; although, I admit, I still am finding myself trying to play it like a guitar. I did manage to learn to play Another One Bites the Dust by Queen! Shhh... Yes, I realize it's an easy one.



I just cleaned all three nose piercings.



This is probably the most pointless entry I have to date.

Live Blogging

LITERALLY!!!@#$#@@!#@$%$#!@#

I am TOTALLY blogging this... LIVE!!!!!!!!!

OHMYGOD.

I believe I may have creamed my panties.

My hands, they are shaking.

Bad.

Okay, I've calmed down. CALMED DOWN.

So here I am, watching American Idol (I couldn't help it!) and lone behold Chris Daughtry comes on stage to perform with Live! And honestly? Anyone who knows me knows I am obsessively in loooooooove with Live (perhaps just Ed... but that's another story).

Alright, the performance is done and I couldn't be any happier. Now if you'll excuse me, before I write a real post, I must change my panties.

The Prince

I could not resist.

As I was looking through MSN News I saw a headliner that read, “Prince Voted 'World's Sexiest Vegetarian'”.

Here I am, all, “OOoOOOooooOOoh, Prince William?!” as I wiped the drool from the side of my mouth.

I clicked on the link, and rather than finding Prince William, I find this instead.


Talk about bursting one’s bubble.

What Was I Thinking?

This is bad… I need to do some serious refocusing because I’m starting to forget what’s important.

As I went about my daily routine this morning, I had just finished reading DILF’s post on Mason Jenning’s new video.

It then got me thinking… “HMMM,” I pondered, “wasn’t there supposed to be something that I was supposed to remember… or do… or buy…?”

That’s when it hit me.

GEEZUS!@#$%*& DUH. I mean, I had only been waiting for this moment, counting down the days, for only months upon months!

New Live album comes out tomorrow for us folks in the great north we call Canada.

This is a tradition that I have managed for the last 9 years: when the new Live album comes out, purchase it that same day; otherwise, feel the wrath of DOOM and DREAD.

It’s crazy, I know, but I can.not.help.my.self. I adore them tremendously and would go to the extreme just to see them or at least be able to touch Ed’s rod of… – er – Hi.

I’m thinking I need a cold shower.

Anyway. Tomorrow, I know what I’m doing the second I’m off work! Hopefully I will be able to contain myself till then…

PxPx

As I was coming home today, listening to a variation of Rise Against and Senses Fail, I thought about the concert last night and how much I miss going to punk/hardcore shows like I did when I was younger. Last night MxPx opened for another band, which I didn’t stay for, and I was amazed. I had waited about a good 8-10 years to see them and it was worth it. Surprisingly, I managed to maintain the amount of drool being produced at my mouth at the sight of seeing Mike Herrera.

My friend Jamie, as I will call him, still goes to punk shows at various locations around the city. Maybe it’s time I took him up on his offer to join him.

While at the concert, I did manage to purchase a couple of wonderful items.

Yes, it's cute - I know.

Here's the hoodie I bought.

Here's the back of that hoodie.

The excitement, I could barely contain.

Destruction On Wheels

Monster Jam was last night! If I could, I would go all three days, but you know, there’s that thing called work.

With no surprise, it was just as great as I remember it from two years ago. VA-VA-VAROOOOOM!

For my birthday this year, I’m totally asking for a monster truck of my very own. Yes. In HOT PINK. Oh god, can you imagine the damage I could do?!

*insert maniacal laughter*

“AHH-HAH-HAH-HAH FUCKERS! BACK ON UP, I’M COMING THROUGH!”

“Look at you loooooser! I’ma crush you… like a bug!”

*insert more maniacal laughter*

Geezus. This idea of mine is way better than when I wanted an army tank. Pshaw. Army tanks are just not fast enough for the kind of fun I would be looking for.